Elora’s POV
That dungeon chill just wouldn’t quit, like it wormed its way straight into my bones and set up camp, even after I had left Dante behind in the dark. My wolf whined with every step, practically begging me to turn around, run back, wedge myself against those damn iron bars, just to catch one more breath of him. But I forced myself to move forward. Heart heavy, throats hurting from all the sobs I was holding.
The hallways felt like they went on forever, torches flickering and stretching monster-shadows all over the stones. I was just about to walk around the corner, heading for Dante’s...well, his old chambers, the ones that used to smell like pine and woodsmoke, before suspicion stank up everything. That was when I spotted her.
Mira.
Strolling down the corridor like some evi
